On Hounslow Heath as I rode o'er I spied a lawyer riding before. "Kind sir," said I, "are you afraid, Of Turpin, that mischievous blade?" (Repeated after each verse): O rare Turpin hero, O rare Turpin O Said Turpin, "He'd ne'er find me o'er I hid my money in my boot." The lawyer says, "There's none can find, I hid my gold in my cape behind." As they were riding past the mill Turpin commands him to stand still; Says he, "Your cloak I must cut off, My mare she needs a saddle cloth." This caused the lawyer much to fret To see how simply he'd been took, But Turpin robbed him of his store Because he knew he'd lie for more.